User blog comment:Nikolai Banks/The Diamond of Eternity/@comment-3135907-20120727172115

The vessel Ragwake was a one-master, with a large triangular sail to carry her when the wind was good and a crew of oarsbeasts to help out when it wasn't. Ridago looked over his father's vessel- a miserable scrap, but it would work. The galley held at least a hundred oarslaves in its belly, rowing day and night with only short breaks and meager food and water. The searat captain looked about as he slowly strode down the top aisle. Below him- well, he just never went there, for the heat and smell was unbearable. The cries of slaves below had a lullaby effect on him and he yawned sleepily. "Well, Rotfin, you can take it from here. You remember what to do; when we reach the river Moss you'd best give full oar and sail power so as to fight the current. Then, on to the...what was it called...? Oh yes, the North River Ford. Once there yew just unload the crew. Nothin' complicated, eh? Now I think I'll go git me a few winks." "Right, Cap'n!" said the whipmaster. Then, turning to the slaves, he began snapping his thick leather whip evilly. "Yew `eard the Cap'n. Now, row!!!"